Mating with Mommy

CHAPTER 2

The afternoon sun beat down from high overhead. There were not more than a handful of clouds smattering the bright, blue sky, so shade was an ironically hot commodity. There was a light breeze flowing through the open windows of our cozy cottage.

In an effort to make the most out of the nice weather, Cleo had suggested that we take the barge out on the water for lunch. It was not a particularly new model, but it was sturdy. As long as the twin pontoons kept us afloat, we could go anywhere we pleased, which just so happened to be a secluded little spot -which was really just an enormous rock - in the far-off corner of the lake.

My sister and I had gotten back into our bathing suits -- the same ones that the boys had stripped off of us less than an hour prior. Then we'd followed them to the kitchen, where our maternal instincts had told us that they weren't merely thirsty, but hungry as well.

Feeling particularly sensitive to their needs - especially ones that related in any way to them making more baby batter - we divided up our tasks and set to work. I smeared mayonnaise on slices of bread while Cleo packed beer and wine spritzers into a cooler.

Luke was sitting nearby, carefully observing as his mother's gigantic ass cheeks gobbled up the string of her bikini every time she would bend over to put another drink into the cooler. Truth be told, my eyes were being drawn to that same tawdry phenomenon.

I don't think I'm bi-sexual,

I thought to myself

, but damn!

Look

at those things!

Each of her cheeks was the size of a pumpkin, and even when I put in some effort, I found their wobbling impossible to ignore.

I shuddered.

Jeez, maybe I AM bi!

Tom was slightly less gobsmacked than his cousin, giving him just enough higher brain power to stop ogling our tits and tushies long enough to ask if we needed any help-- though it was a half-hearted request.

With a butter knife in my hand, I turned to him and cocked my head to the side. "Do you

really

want to help?"

"I mean, yeah. If you--"

"Or--"I cut him off by pointing the knife at him. "--are you just trying to look like a good boy because it makes me want to fuck you?"

My son turned the darkest shade of red that I had ever seen, but the amused smile on his face told me that he did not mind the teasing. "W-what? Why, I would-- I would never!"

Cleo finished packing the cooler and closed the lid, then finally elected to pull her bathing suit out from between her chubby cheeks. "Close your mouth, Tommy. You look like a fish."

Luke chuckled at the expense of his cousin. "She got you, man!"

Tom brushed the comment off with a wave of his hand. "Get it out of your system now. When we're on the boat, you'd all better respect the captain."

Luke saluted him, with his tongue dangling from his mouth to amplify the intended mockery. "Thir, yeth, thir!"

I leapt to my son's rescue. "Are they being mean to you?"

He put on a fake pout, making his lower lip quiver dramatically. "They're such bullies, those two."

I instantly bought in to his impersonation of a pouting child. Since I was such an attentive mother, I knew just what to do to make it all better. I arched my back so that my butt stuck out. "Come over here, honey."

Tom hurried over and wrapped his arms around my tummy, fitting my ass into his crotch when he pulled me in for a hug.

I ground my rump against his cock, which had already begun to harden the moment he had felt my skin against his. "Is that better, Tommy?"

He kissed the back of my neck. "Much better."

I giggled. "I'm happy I could make you feel better." Nothing filled me with glee quite like having his hands on me.

I placed the butter knife on the counter top, then reached down and grabbed onto his wrists so I could redirect them towards my breasts. I plopped his hands down, one on each boob, and squeezed down on top of his fingers with mine.

"There we go," I sang. "Now you can play with Mommy's boobies while she makes lunch!"

Tom moaned in my ear. "Fuck, Mom. They're

huge

."

I loved that something I had considered a burden for decades could be a simple source of such primal enjoyment for my son. To me, they were just my big ol' boobs. To him, they were the eighth wonder of the world.

Cleo cleared her throat. "Ahem! The sun is

not

going to wait for you two to stop making goo-goo eyes at each other."

I slapped the final sandwich together and wrapped it in cellophane, then threw it at my bratty sister. "Somebody's jealous."

She stuck her tongue out at me and blew a raspberry. "Boo, you whore. We've got plenty of time to fuck these two tonight.

Please

let me get some sun."

Luke snickered. "So you want some vitamin D before you get your 'vitamin D,' right?"

Cleo sighed and gave me a defeated look. "I cannot handle another shitty pun without something alcoholic to wash it down."

I blew her a kiss. "Then get

your

muscle to help

my

muscle lift the cooler down to the dock."

She snapped her fingers, once at each boy, and directed them to the cooler. "Mush, boys. We've got some boating to do!"

Tom and Luke hauled the cooler down together, one on each side, while we followed behind with our arms empty. To be fair, though, we

were

carrying something; it was just that the things we were carrying were attached to our chests, and could not be put down. I imagined that the weight of our heavy breasts combined would have outweighed both the cooler and all of its contents.

Every step that we took down the wooden stairs leading to the dock made our tits bounce, as intended. Had we wanted them to be modest, we would have bought something that actually fit us. Instead, both of our tops had just as much soft dough spilling

out

as they did packed

in

side.

We stepped off the stairs and onto the soft, molded earth that formed the final pathway to the dock. It was a short stretch, but I had always loved feeling the soft dirt squish under my toes for a brief moment.

I breathed in deeply, savouring the aroma of freshly fallen pine needles on the ground around us until the burn in my lungs begged me to exhale. As a subtle breeze pierced through the bushels of tree branches, I breathed out and felt as though the wind were carrying the air right out of me.

"I love it here," I said to no one in particular.

Cleo rubbed the small of my back with her palm. "Me too, Deb. I think the boys are really happy that we came."

I chuckled. "Well, they're happy that

somebody

came!"

Our uproarious laughter made birds scatter from the treetops overhead, which only made us laugh more.

"Ahem!" Luke called to us from the dock. "The sun isn't waiting, remember?"

Cleo narrowed her eyes at her son, though I did not think that her menacing stare translated at such a distance. "He's

so

lucky that he's a good lay."

I swatted her and headed for the dock. "Careful with that logic, or you'll let him get away with anything."

We trotted down to the boat where the boys were waiting for us with a cold drink in hand-- a pineapple spritzer for each of us. Cleo climbed on the boat right away and made for the front of the boat where her son sat. She was curled up in Luke's lap before he had finished opening the wine cooler for her.

She swung her legs over the arm of the chair so she was sitting sideways on his crotch, and rubbed her plump rump against his cock as she rocked side to side. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, cradling his cheek with one hand, and whispered something into his ear that was not for me or Tommy to hear.

I knew better than to disrespect our illustrious captain with such informality, so I stood with my feet together and clasped my hands in front of my tummy. Using the insides of my elbows, I pushed my breasts into each other until they nearly fell out of my top.

I batter my eyes at Tom. "Permission to come aboard, sir?"

He mouthed the words

"Oh, fuck,"

then said, "Permission granted, Admiral Mommy."

I saluted him, then scurried onboard and practically barrelled him over with how eagerly I jumped into his arms. I, too, gave my son a long, sultry kiss that we struggled very hard to end. If I'd had it my way, we would have fucked right then on the boat.

"Hey!" Luke called from the front of the barge. "Quit kissin' and start the damn boat, Captain!"

He and his mother were less than ten feet away from the steering wheel, which Tom manned with the confidence of someone who had spent his whole life at sea. I loved watching him command the ship, taking it upon himself to shuttle us around safely.

I, of course, sat loyally beside my boy rather than at the front where the sun shone. The captain's seat took the form of a long, cushioned bench with a high back that had plenty of room for a co-pilot.

Above our heads was a canopy that blocked the heat from reaching us. Coupled with the high metal walls that surrounded the perimeter of the boat, the captain's chair had a surprising amount of privacy. Cleo and Luke could see us clearly, but besides them, it felt like we were alone in the world.

Tom was slouched back in the chair, as relaxed as one could be while piloting two tonnes of metal. He had one hand draped over the steering wheel, and a beer dangling loosely between the fingers of the other. His unbuttoned shirt flapped in the light breeze, then was blown open completely when we left the bay and picked up speed on the open water.

He finished his beer and asked if I could swap it for a full one, which I happily did.

I twisted off the cap and handed him the icy bottle with a salute. "Oh Captain, my captain." Just for good measure, I jiggled my tits a couple of times to make them bounce around.

He shook his head with a smile. "At ease, Cadet."

My jaw dropped. "Cadet? I thought I was

Admiral

Mommy!"

He shrugged, taking an exaggerated swing from his beer before saying, "This ship is a hierarchy. If you want a promotion, you gotta earn it."

Whether or not he knew it, he was playing right into my hands. "Well, how may I show my dedication to the cause, Captain Tommy?"

He pretended to think for a moment, but he was far from a talented actor. "Well, I suppose a blowjob wouldn't hurt."

I innocently sedated him with my wide doe eyes. "Do you want Mommy to suck your cock right

now

, sweetheart?"

Tom did a double take. "Wait, seriously? But Aunt Cleo is right there!"

We had already covered the necessity of getting comfortable with being naked around each other, but it was not a concept that I expected to stick right away. Tom clearly required further encouragement to come out of his shell, and I figured there was no better time than the present for some good old fashioned exposure therapy.

I shrugged and scooted next to him on the bench so that our thighs touched. "I don't care. Do you care?" I purred to him with the softest tone I could while still being heard over the roar of the engine.

He thought for a second. "It's still a bit weird, but you said we should get comfortable with it, so I can try."

I cooed happily and kissed his cheek. "Good boy! Now, take those cute lil' shorts off so I can get between your legs."

I knew that the metal wall that wrapped around the side of the boat would keep me hidden once I was tucked below the steering console. I was just short enough to fit under the podium, so I crouched down on my butt and slid myself underneath it. Nobody would be able to see -- except for our guests, of course, but they were too busy making out to notice.

Tom shuffled out of his swim trunks and spread his legs apart. He kept his eyes on the water, but watched me out of his peripheral vision. His soft penis twitched happily when I greeted it with a quick kiss, already threatening to pump itself up to the sizable monster that I knew it to be.

"I can't wait to know what your mouth feels like," Tom gushed.

It dawned on me that I had not yet sucked his cock, even though he had fucked me just hours earlier. We were doing things backwards, but that somehow made it even more exciting.

I blew him a kiss. "And

I

can't wait to taste you, honey."

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the soft head, circling it with my tongue to bathe every side. I coiled it around the pulsating knob while it slowly inflated, spiraling my lengthy tongue around it like a prehensile tail. I loved feeling a dick harden in my mouth, so I hugged him tightly with my tongue to ensure I got the full experience of growing my son's cock to its fullest.

It was not long before the bulb had doubled in size. As it expanded, it nudged against the roof of my mouth and flattened my tongue against the bottom, pinning the slimy snake to the floor. I wiggled it underneath the bulging helmet and slid back and forth across the frenulum, tickling the tender bridge of skin.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Is that your

tongue

?"

I nodded with the head secured between my puffed out lips. "Mmhmm!" I gave him another flutter to prove it.

His jaw hung open, but the corners of his mouth were still turned up in a smile. "I've never felt that before."

I popped the dome, now glistening with saliva, out of the seal my lips had made. "You've never had a blowjob before?"

"I have, but not like this. My girlfriend never did

that

with her tongue!"

I grabbed his cock by the root and slapped it against my tongue a couple of times. "Mommy's tongue can do lots of fun things."

"Show me, please," he begged.

I pushed my lips into a circle and placed an exaggerated kiss on his head. "Such good manners, honey. How could I possibly say no?"

I spat a gob of saliva on the engorged crown, then gobbled it back into my mouth to spread the thick layer of bubbles over it. I worked the head in and out of my mouth, gulping the large swell between my lips a few times to get used to his size.

Unfortunately for me, it would have taken far more time than we had. I had never sucked a dick as large as his, and his father - who had been my only reference point for over twenty years - did not hold a candle to his son's impressive bulk.

It felt heavy in my mouth, weighing down my tongue with its unwieldy mass. Each pulsation of the swollen bulb made me shiver with delight. I was convinced that the goliath pillar of meat I was slurping on was very much alive with the way it responded to every tiny touch.

The coating of saliva made it easy to work my mouth back and forth over the head, but that was not the issue. What worried me was the dull, aching pain in my jaw that asserted itself far sooner than I had anticipated. I had not thought that holding my mouth open to suck on the tip would be such a challenge, but it was nevertheless one that I knew I would rise to.

I spat Tom's fat cock head out of my mouth and rubbed my wounded jaw to massage away the pain. "Fuck, honey. You're a bit too big for my mouth, I think."

Tom grimaced. "Do we have to stop?"

I felt the same guilt that I'd been stricken with when he'd been a kid, and I would declare that it was time for him to leave the playground. The disappointment on his face had made me want to cave just to bring back his incredible smile, and more often than not he had received the extra ten minutes of playtime that he'd always asked for.

That day on the boat, I knew right away that I would surrender to him in the exact same way. "No, honey," I assured him. "I just needed a little break, that's all. Are we close?"

"Er, not really. I mean, you just started, so--"

I burst out in abrupt laughter, both silencing him and earning a look of confusion in the process. "No, sweetheart, not like

that

. Are we close?"

He cringed. "Oops, my bad. We're about halfway there, I guess."

I gasped. "Oh, dear! Then I'd better work quickly."

Unbeknownst to us, my laugh had drawn the attention of our company, and they were not the type to keep quiet about what they'd seen when they'd finally taken a break from swapping spit to glance over at us.

"Hey!" Luke whined. "No fair! Tommy's getting head?"

"Thanks, Deb," Cleo sassed. "Now

mine

is gonna want his dick sucked, too. I haven't even finished my drink!"

I shrugged, unsure if she could even see anything other than my foot sticking out from behind the console. "Maybe if you didn't spend so much time kissing you'd be done with it already."

I knew that Cleo would be unable to resist her son's cajoling once he'd seen the treat that Tom was receiving. It was like waving a toy in front of his face and telling him that he could not play with it. One look at Tom, with his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, had made him envious.

To tease her further, I made an offer that would light a fire under her ass. "You know, Lukey, if you come and sit next to your cousin I can blow both of you at the same time."

I peeked around the side of the console and made a "come hither" motion with my fingers. For added impact, I dropped my jaw and let it hang loose, with my long, slimy tongue dangling from my mouth.

Luke looked to his mother, his eyes wide with hope. "Can I, Mom?" I remembered having a similar conversation many years ago when trying to convince Cleo to let me take the boys go-kart racing. The youthful eagerness in his eyes had not changed one bit. Back then, she'd had to sit out the activity due to her motion sickness, thus making me both the cool mom and the cool aunt. There on the boat, I knew she wasn't going to simply hand me that second title.

She climbed off of her son and chugged the rest of her pineapple cooler. "No, sugar, Auntie Deb will

not

be sucking your dick." The emphasis on that "not" had clearly been intended for my ears.

"But," she continued, "lucky for you,

I

just finished my drink. Go sit next to your cousin."

Luke waddled over to us, impeded by the fact that he was removing his shorts as he did. His lengthy mommy-makeout session had given him plenty of time to get hard, creating a turgid snag for his bottoms to catch on as he tried to pull the waistband down. When he finally got them over the long, hard hump, the sudden release of tension sent his cock springing upwards, where it thumped against his belly.

"Jesus, Cleo." I covered my mouth with my hand. "What did you feed that boy?"

In truth, Tom was slightly larger than his cousin, but I knew the weight that such praise would carry. The enormous grin on Luke's face told me that I was right.

He wagged his dick side to side. "You like, Aunt Deb?"

I purred seductively. "You have a beautiful dick, Lukey. Whenever your

mother

stops being so jealous, maybe she'll let me have a taste."

Tom cleared his throat and gave an annoyed grumble. "Uh, Mom?"

I turned to him and gave his cock a quick kiss so he did not feel left out. "I know, honey. Just one second."

Then, I turned back to my nephew. "Get on the blowjob bench, Lukey."

He climbed on and looked down at me, his eyes alight with wonder. A small part of me felt a little nervous that he was watching me so intently, but a much larger part thrived on having an audience. I wanted to impress the boys, so I grabbed a hold of both of Tom's thighs to prove everything I was about to do would be hands-free.

Finally, as I was sure my son had been wanting me to for the past few minutes, I dipped my head into his lap and gulped his dick back into my mouth with a loud slurp that was categorically unladylike.

I forced myself to accept more of him than I had the first time, and pushed the fat, bulbous head as far down my throat as I could. My body lurched when he brushed my gag reflex, but I had always been good at stifling it. I steadied my resolve and, after pulling back a little bit to take a breath through my nose, mustered the courage to lodge him further back.